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Li Yao looked at the distant battlefield with indifference, paying no heed to the encroaching tendrils of darkness.

He was well aware that this altar was not to be trifled with, and that attempting to attack the Dark Touch before the Priest was defeated would be tantamount to suicide.

But Li Yao also knew that other players might not be as clear-headed. Despite their talk of righteousness, each guild had, in reality, already dispatched members to surreptitiously approach the altar.

Even with the Nightmare God and two Demons constantly slaying these encroachers, the player count gradually overcame the onslaught.

Eventually, someone did manage to get close to the altar.

"Damnit, aren't we supposed to kill the boss before divvying up the loot?"

"Fiery Guild, you'll pay for this."